the greater part of valor is discretion,

but the brunt of berserker barbarism is better-
a complete disregard for consequences, ninjas.
real talk.
when my dudes roll up from the deep and dirty south,
all cowboy or whatever,
to get zippity-za-za'd by the warrior poet powerpoint puncture,
they don't come soft with it.
loud.
fresh.
hard.
for your face,
or at least your neck, kid.
whaaaaaaaaaaat?
teleport:

wordimus prime.
that's what happens.
we finished a great big crow, too,
but my blurry photos aren't quite rockin' it.
here's an almost focused one for your A*s:

ca-ca-caw!
crows and scarers of crows.
that's Folk Life to-go type sh!t.
take that back to the lone star, son.
you duders get pictures today,
and less words.
we both win;
never quiet, never soft.....